A Metaphor for Love

Steel mirrors do not break! Often times dented. But then; love eventually happens, again! Reflections resolute-musing empowered. We admit to defeat, our senses scoured; there is no escape, without it no means of survival. We have been through its death, now its revival. But how hard is it to love? A World full of pain; for if there’s no pain, there is no gain! This love cannot be concrete, unless there is foundation. Love cannot be of spirits, unless there is distillation. This love is that plumber, who fixes all pipes-a dirty job it is. But it gets the blood flowing, leaves the cheeks glowing, keeps the teeth showing. Love survives, that is status quo.

Love is too little a word, to mean so much. Yet it's more than enough. Love is harder than tough. For glass it’s not, it does not break! Hitting the steel is painful; but it’s your pain to take. But you will endure; for love is unmoved, unchanged, and only clearer next time around. By both what not and your actions for with math it is your fractions. Love is there; it is in your before, after and again, basking. Incessantly recurring, just asking and asking. Showing its reflection like water, especially at sea; you punch, you kick and slap; yet, your soul is not free.

Attaining love is not easy. And it’s now a depression, the recession is over. You smile, wit and jeer and lose your composure. But nothing beats a good try; except, from writing a note, and having a good cry. Unless you’re smooth as silk or melt like butter, you’ll never find the words to say...just stutter and stutter. Until you find the one that appreciates, your mirror –steel that is. Then hunt along, but it is scarce as you can get. But there is hope, and you will cope, in most instances. And when you find; someone of the same ilk, someone of the same mind, some mirror that is not glass. Far more durable, perhaps vague, but will last. For with time, you will adjust no more of blur, no more of cuts. Happiness occurs: perpetually, incessantly, and again and again, for there is gain, and then there is gain!

Glass mirrors of love are good-handle with care. For long term they’re not. They are as crystal as clear; we see what we want, and get what we see. Reflections can be altered, by the mirroring effect of others who faltered, and just by the mere amoral we apply; which leaves it a little less than amative. We hop in; we look, and just leave and then we sigh. Little time spent on musing, for it serves best static, dynamic is confusing. Everything seems so clear, so: ‘that’s what I want’. Maybe that’s our fault; we focus not, on what we need. So the mirrors break, and then we bleed...